บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan twins are my fated mate : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

{THE BROKEN MIRROR} Betty wished she had not gone to the school cafeteria to eat, just like every morning. She had spent the first ten minutes of the lunch period standing in the hallway, staring at the double doors and thinking about her chances. There were a thousand hidden spots around Brentwood Academy where a foster stray could hide—like the empty bleachers behind the gym, the wild gardens by the old greenhouse, or a dusty corner of the library where the smell of old books would cover her scent. But hiding was a temporary fix. Sheryl and her pack were smart. They had good senses, developed from years of being the best at the top food chains, and they could track Betty no matter where she hid. They enjoyed chasing her down. It wasn't enough to hurt her in private; they needed the bright lights of the cafeteria. They needed the audience. They wanted to make the embarrassment stronger, a warning to anyone else thinking about being different. And Betty was too weak, to

{THE PRINCES OF BLOOD } Betty was completely sure the guy with golden eyes was going to kill her. The way he stared at her felt not just threatening, but also like it was the end. He moved closer, his boots making noise on the rough ground of the alley. Before she could scream, he grabbed the collar of her big hoodie tightly. He picked her up off the ground with one easy hand. Betty gasped, her legs hanging helplessly as he pulled her closer toward his face. He didn't look at her as a person; he leaned in and took a deep breath by the crook of her neck, his nostrils widening. The smell of him—leather, cedar, and something old and like blood—hit her hard. Then, he growled, a deep sound that shook Betty's teeth, and threw her back onto the muddy floor like she was trash. "We got the wrong one," He shouted, his voice deep and rough, bouncing off the wet brick walls. Another figure came out from the dark corner of the alley. Betty caught her breath. He looked just like the f

{The Price of a Secret}The first hit on the wood made Betty scream, a rough sound that got stuck in her throat."Where is she? Where is that whoring little stray?"Dave's voice echoed down the hallway, shaking the floorboards in Betty's small attic room.Betty was past the point of fighting. She crawled into the tight space between her bed and the wall, pulling her knees to her chest and pressing her hands over her ears so tightly that her knuckles turned white.She closed her eyes tight, warm tears running down and soaking into her dirty hoodie.'Stop. Please stop. Just let me disappear, she prayed.' BAM. BAM. BAM.The door groaned on its hinges. Dave wasn't just knocking; he was trying to break everything.Outside the door, in the hallway, Betty could hear Ruby's cheerful, high-pitched laughter. It sounded like a girl enjoying her favorite movie."Oh my god, Dave, stop! You're going to break the door, and then Mom will make her fix it," Ruby giggled. Betty could hear the quick ta

{The Mark of a Prince}Betty was looking up at the ceiling of her basement cell, her eyes blurry with gray and red.She didn't know how long she had been out. The house was quiet, with only the endless drip of a pipe in the dark.She tried to move, and a quick, loud scream got stuck in her throat. Every inch of her body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder. She groaned, her fingers gripped the cold concrete as she pulled herself up. Her ribs screamed with every shallow breath—Dave hadn't held back. He had treated her like a training dummy, his boots leaving memories of his rage across her skin.Using a rusted table for support, she dragged herself to her feet, her legs shaking so violently she nearly collapsed back into the pool of her own dried blood. She looked down at the dark stain on the floor—a map of her own suffering—and then looked toward the small, broken mirror above the sink.The girl looking back was a ghost.Her golden wild curls were matted with blood. He

{The King's Command}Aiden was looking for a place to smoke, a place where the suffocating smell of the school's perfection wouldn't reach his lungs. He had heard the rumors about the storage wing near the old boiler room—stories about ghosts and restless spirits that kept the other students away. Aiden smirked at the thought. Shifters were afraid of ghosts? They were the monsters. They were the things that went bump in the night.He didn't expect to find a ghost of his own.The second he stepped into the dark, dust-choked room, he caught it. It wasn't a wolf's scent. It wasn't the cherry perfume of a cheerleader. It was the smell of rain, old wood, and... chocolate.Aiden walked further into the room, his boots silent on the dirt-covered floor, and there he saw her. Betty was folded into the far corner like a scared little pussycat, her oversized hoodie pulled tight around her.He hated it. He hated that fear. He hated the way she looked at him as if he were the one who had broke